Xia Xiashan crossed her arms in front of her chest and said irritably:
"I knew it. This definitely isn’t a proper solution."
"You want to find someone to impersonate Lin Yu and fool Aunt Ruxue?"
"I think you’ve actually lost your mind!"
"Don’t you know what Aunt Ruxue does for a living?"
Maomao lowered her head again, clearly not holding out much hope.
Even though there were several girls in the apartment of the right age,
they would undoubtedly be exposed the moment they faced Aunt Ruxue.
"Whether I’ve lost my mind or not, let’s hear what you think, Little Master."
"Please, Little Master, I’m begging you—help me keep Maomao here."
"These past few days, seeing her integrate into our group life has made me happier than ever."
"This is the kind of life… a girl her age should have!"
One might have expected Xia Yiwei to follow up with a threatening tone,
forcing Lin Yu to comply.
Unexpectedly,
she spoke from the heart with deeply moving sincerity.
Taking a step back,
even without Xia Yiwei’s plea,
Lin Yu wouldn’t have stood by and let Maomao leave.
Maomao was the only outer disciple in the apartment!
How could he let such a promising talent just walk away?
Absolutely not!
Lin Yu’s mind raced as he stood up and lowered his voice:
"Whether it’s helping Yiwei or Maomao,"
"I’ll do everything I can, no matter whose favor it’s for."
"To be honest, apart from Yiwei… I have another disciple!"
Maomao: "Another disciple?"
Xia Xiashan: "Another disciple?"
Xia Yiwei shot Lin Yu a grateful look: "Heh!"
…
Half an hour later,
Lin Yu personally saw Xia Xiashan out, concluding today’s visit.
During the past half hour,
he had explained his plan in detail to the three girls.
Out of necessity,
he had to present the real "ZerO"—Ying’er—as his other disciple.
After living together for so long,
she had already mastered eighty percent of his skills.
On the day Aunt Ruxue visited, Ying’er could take his place.
He also asked the girls to give him time to "convince" Ying’er.
In reality,
Lin Yu knew very well—
Ying’er didn’t need any convincing.
Back then, he had been roped into helping her too.
Now, he was just asking her to be herself.
There was no easier favor than that!
At worst,
he’d just have to play the middleman again.
After seeing Xia Xiashan off, Lin Yu returned to his room to rest for a while.
"Ding!"
While lying in bed scrolling through his phone,
a WeChat notification popped up.
Little Chi?
What was she messaging about at this hour?
Opening the chat, he saw a photo of a Kaneki Ken cosplay outfit—
complete with white wig and matching eyepatch.
「Lin Yu: Looks decent quality, not like cheap plastic.」
「Chi Qingchi: Of course! How could we let our Little Lin wear shoddy cosplay? Never!」
「Lin Yu: OkOk, what time are you back? I’ll try it on first.」
「Chi Qingchi: Tomorrow. I won’t be home till past 10, and it’s too late to bother you.」
「Lin Yu: Thoughtful!」
After wrapping up the chat with Little Chi,
Lin Yu abruptly sat up in bed.
10 p.m. return?
It was barely past 8 now—nearly two whole hours to kill.
Right now…
the twins’ bedroom only had Big Chi inside!
The night was still young,
far too early to sleep.
His daytime flirtations with antique-sister Shen Buyao
had left him constantly on edge,
worrying some unexpected crisis might pop up and end him.
Now, it was time to reward himself with some carefree relaxation!
No time to waste.
Still in his pajamas, Lin Yu strode out and headed straight for the twins’ first-floor bedroom.
Knock knock knock…
A familiar voice answered immediately.
"Little Chi? Did you forget your keys?"
"Didn’t you say you’d be a while longer?"
Her voice sounded flustered, unlike his usually steady little girlfriend.
"It’s not Little Chi. It’s me!"
Lin Yu replied softly.
Thud!
A chair scraped loudly inside the room.
Hearing Lin Yu’s voice
clearly caught Chi Qingshui completely off guard.
"W-wait a second."
She called out hastily.
Then came a series of rustling noises,
like a rodent rummaging around.
This only piqued Lin Yu’s curiosity further.
What was she up to alone in there?
Couldn’t be reading Little Chi’s manga, could she?
After about a minute,
the door finally opened.
Chi Qingshui stood there in a lavender nightgown,
her hair freshly washed and still slightly damp.
The gown looked familiar—
probably something he’d seen Little Chi wear before.
Hard to say if the twins each had their own set
or if they just swapped clothes often.
The moment the door opened,
Chi Qingshui peeked out, scanning the hallway for any onlookers.
Lin Yu playfully nudged her head aside as he stepped in, teasing:
"Relax, nobody’s out here."
"Treating me like some sneaky secret lover now?"
Chi Qingshui shut the door and kicked him lightly:
"Shut up! Then what does that make… me?"
When Lin Yu didn’t dodge, letting her foot connect harmlessly,
she finally noticed the dangerous glint in his eyes…
She quickly averted her gaze, changing the subject:
"I’ll get you some grapes. Just washed them."
But Lin Yu was faster.
In one swift motion, he pulled Chi Qingshui into his arms,
leaning in to whisper:
"Little Chi just texted me about her club stuff."
"She also mentioned… she won’t be back till after 10…"
This wasn’t a hint—it was a blatant announcement.
She’d gotten similar news from Little Chi.
About fifteen minutes ago,
they’d video-called while Little Chi was still hanging with her classmates.
An accident? Unlikely.
But how could she possibly… with Lin Yu… in her and Little Chi’s own room?
"Lin Yu, calm down… it’s the heart demon, it must be the heart demon!"
Chi Qingshui pleaded urgently.
Yet Lin Yu paid no heed,
instead pressing his lips to her neck…
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